alas, no. although the tomboy in me would have fit in better with rough-housing boys, i was a girl scout.
in 1964 our troop was one of the few given permission to visit Philmont. we experienced the glories of the Ranch for a week, but being the early 60s we were kept completely isolated from the boys. and that was just fine with me.
i like to run, but love to stroll. i am the caregiver to 8 cats, 4 of which are actually mine. i have found the meaning of life, but am still searching for the life of meaning...
Which cat is this???
ReplyDeleteOscar the cat. a wonderful, wonderful cat.
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ReplyDeleteyek? beets, yuk.
ReplyDeleteread it again - and no one got hurt.
but it makes me remember eating rattlesnake at Philmont Ranch in New Mexico back when i was in scouts.
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ReplyDeletealas, no. although the tomboy in me would have fit in better with rough-housing boys, i was a girl scout.
ReplyDeletein 1964 our troop was one of the few given permission to visit Philmont. we experienced the glories of the Ranch for a week, but being the early 60s we were kept completely isolated from the boys. and that was just fine with me.